Tuesday, April 17, 2012

A Scent

I am intrigued.  E tells me of a plant outside our kitchen window, how its pale pink blossoms waft the sweetest scent his way in the evening.  The plant is scentless at any other time, holding close its gift when we are too distracted to notice.  Then when the day has unfurled most of herself to us, we pause to inhale, returning for a moment to ourselves.